The ladies observed that it was clear I was a romantic child.
I noticed that the old gentleman said 'Humph,' very often, and his eyebrows were like a rook's nest in a tree when I spoke of my father walking away with Shylock's descendant and not since returning to me.
A big book was fetched out of his library, in which he read my grandfather's name.

I heard him mention it aloud.

I had been placed on a stool beside a tea-tray near the fire, and there I saw the old red house of Riversley, and my mother dressed in white, and my aunt Dorothy; and they all complained that I had ceased to love them, and must go to bed, to which I had no objection.

Somebody carried me up and undressed me, and promised me a great game of kissing in the morning.
The next day in the strange house I heard that the old gentleman had sent one of his clerks down to my grandfather at Riversley, and communicated with the constables in London; and, by-and-by, Mrs.
Waddy arrived, having likewise visited those authorities, one of whom supported her claims upon me.

But the old gentleman wished to keep me until his messenger returned from Riversley.